I Wish I Could Tell You.

You're every single thing you accuse me of being.

Every negative thing.

Every criticism you make.

You're projecting, you know that?

I hate you, sometimes.

You drive me insane with your compulsive repetition of the simplest things.

I hear you when you tell me once. That's enough.

And FYI? Most times, I DO know better than you and I've proved it countlessly. Try listening instead of accusing and bullying for a change.

You're so goddamn... aggressive in the most literal sense of the word. God.